Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: 500-He Chose Her Memories Over Me

Helanie:

Since no one was awake, it was easy for us to sneak into his bedroom. He turned on the lights, and I took a deep breath.

His room was squeaky clean and smelled like fresh roses. It was a spacious room, and he had clearly changed the furniture and everything for his wife’s arrival.

I could tell most of it was designed for Jessica’s comfort. Even that soft cloud-like sofa by the window screamed Jessica’s style.

I felt disgusted with myself. I had ruined someone else’s happiness.

But then, a part of me reminded me who her brother was, and I tried to comfort myself with the idea that maybe I was hurting him back—by taking his sister’s mate.

Blame is a powerful thing. If we try hard enough, we can ease our guilt by convincing ourselves we did nothing wrong.

But for me, the guilt always came back.

"You should get some rest," he muttered and started fixing the soft mattress.

I was tired, but not in a rush to sleep. We needed to set some boundaries. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"There’s a perfectly good couch over there," I pointed at the other couch facing the TV on the wall.

"No, I don’t think you should be sleeping on the couch," he said quickly, then stared at me like he was waiting for praise.

"I meant you sleep on the couch," I snapped, and he frowned.

"I won’t fit," he muttered. "You know what, you sleep on the—"

Before he could finish, I grabbed a pillow and started walking toward the couch.

"No, don’t. It’ll be uncomfortable for you. Why can’t we—"

He trailed off when I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him.

"It’s a big bed. We could make a wall in between."

He looked away the second I gave him that look.

"Don’t tell me you want to share a bed with me," I said, just to get under his skin.

Sure enough, he turned bright red.

"No! Why would you say that? Sleep wherever you want. I’ll—sleep on the ground," he grumbled, grabbing a blanket from his closet. He rolled it out on the floor, then grabbed his pillow and settled in.

"You can use the restroom first," he added quietly.

The moment he mentioned the restroom, tears started to fill my eyes again.

How was I supposed to live like this?

Using his bathroom... having him around all the time...

Why the hell did Emmet do this to me?

I watched Norman take off his coat, and somehow, even that felt inappropriate now. I rushed into the bathroom to avoid any more awkward moments.

His bathroom was all white, with a small jacuzzi. I sighed and looked around some more. The girly skincare stuff must have already arrived from Jessica’s place.

Wait—when was their wedding?

The thought hit me hard.